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Ricky Hawthorne·January 27, 2020

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nought point nought eight percent

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

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Blistered black fingers pawing
At a meal deal costing three pounds
Nought point nought eight percent to me
Survival for her

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Ricky Hawthorne

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Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015. Graduate of Warwick University. Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film.

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